Emotional Poems about Broken Heart, Life Struggles, Love and Pain

Poems about Love, or poems about life struggles, or even poems about death!! Well, that might not matter now. But here, we assure you of something, having a good read.

Poem is a mild and calm melody slowly played to show depth of feelings or emotions. But, circumstances has made some poems more enjoyable. Example, a poem about death read when feeling sad can have major emotional reflex.

Also, Poems falls
under various sector with various names apportioned to them.

We got poems about broken heart, poems about Love, poems about pains and many more.

Although, Emotional poems have very powerful spot on soft hearts. Some poems could be so affectionate to the mind and soul while so could develop our mind for suspense or rest.

Events are said to cause emotions, those feelings in expressive words produce a poem with relation to our present feelings. Lots of poems have being written worldwide, some are so short while others so long.

An Indian poem called the Mahabharata is said to be the longest poem with over a million words.

The world has globally recognize march 21st as world poet day, so write a poem, be a poet and be proud to join the celebration.

Read the poem title Broken by TeamTegz below.

* BROKEN *

Drenched by my tear, The wind rejected me,

Fear envelopes my heart, My heart is crumbled,

Can’t pick up the pieces, The chains of loneliness grip me,

But the news of your leaving, Kept me in darkness for so long,

In there I remembered, Those nights you sang to me a song,

Oh! My heart has failed me. In some way I thought I could do it,

But the ghost in me, Kept pushing me towards you,

Although I cried not because you left, You were happy without me,

But it’s not the same now again, This time, am gearing up,

Re-engine myself, Be friend the wind,

This time, am bracing up, To the ghost in me I say,

“YOUR TIME IS UP”

Since you forgot me,

Am doing the same.

Some great poet of all time include

Wole Soyinka born in 1934 and from Nigeria.

Ana Paula Arendt born in 1980 and from Brazil.

Mustafa Nissaboury born in 1943 and from Morocco.

Also, Ken Saro Wiwa, the freedom fighter was from Nigeria was a great historical poet.

Shady Yasin born in 1984 and from Somalia.

David Rubadiri born in 1930 and from Malawi.

Also, Gabriel Okpara born in 1921 and from Nigeria was notable for his poems.

Ari Sitas born in 1952 and from South Africa.

Elizabeth Akers born in 1832 and from America, Although late, her poems ain’t LATE.

These are just but a very few poets, they were not the best in poetry, but they had impacting words to the readers of poem.

Thinking of the benefit of being a poet is far more than imagine. It opens the door to world of vocabulary development, create recognition in the society, although a poem is relatively short, those lines can pierce the heart, and lot others.

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The First Time I Ate Nigerian Akpu – Hilarious Funny Tale

The First Time I Ate Nigerian Akpu – Hilarious Funny Tale

I think I was born when food was cheap. When you could eat a meal and not worry about its cost. I didn’t eat eba until I was 7 and that was after my Dad moved us from Lagos to Kano. The ajebutter in me obviously. Though I have been kpakofied I’m butter at heart. I grew up on pounded yam and amala but mostly pounded yam.I enjoyed pounded yam so much so that I could eat it morning, afternoon and night. Even during my service year. All through my stay in camp in Keffi, Nasarawa state all I ate for dinner was pounded yam. Nothing else. There was always a plate for me no matter the rush of customers. Won fi iyan se epe fun mi walahi. (Dem use pounded yam swear for me).

And don’t be worried if you’re thinking “I can’t marry him, he’ll want me to pound”. I can pound. Just make my soup. Nsala preferably. Husband material inside boutique kan bu. And please go mix that your poundo flour with cement.Now I picked up a habit from my constant intake of pounded yam. It made me a chewer. You know how pounded yam is just yam pounded into pulp. Mum had this fond habit of giving me some without soup while she was pounding.It was a guise or gimmick to calm me if I was hungry, maybe cos’ of my love for it or sometimes to get me a bit full before the meal was ready.

Either way there was no soup, so I chewed it. And therefore I chewed everything. Even eba. White amala, black amala. I chew. Scrunch your faces all you want.

Yeah I know you’re saying “how can someone be chewing ‘swallow’.” Well, don’t some of you dip bread inside tea?Kan nukwa na mmili ju oyi ka ji eme garri. (Let me hear that they use cold water to make eba).Seriously I have tried not chewing ‘swallows’ but the food gets stuck in my throat but don’t mistake it for meekness. Don’t ever think you want to have a eat down with me or cheat me when eating.

Service year I had to be served separately anytime we tried to eat communally in the lodge. I had a cooler mouth and never seemed to get burnt. I am the flash in food battles. Just ju kwa ajuju (ask questions).Sorry I digress. So, on this day I don’t know the thing that happened. My aunty who was staying with us just went to market and came back with the stuff she had bought. Prepared ofe okulu with my mum(okra soup). I was playing seriously and didn’t know when the meal was ready.“Junior come and eat your food.” My aunt called. ‘Piaaaauuun’ I was inside like a jet. Ahan. I was surprised. Pounded yam and Okulu(Okra soup. When did they pound? How come nobody called me to come and take some to chew? I was feeling pained. “Aunty Onyebuchi you pounded yam?” Aunty Buchi nodded with a mischievous smile. I didn’t understand.

I called out to my mum. “Mummy you didn’t call me to come and take yam when you were pounding.” My mother just made one sound, “humwumwumhum.” I squeezed my face. What kind of answer is that sef?I was forming sullen but my mother had finished work on the okulu. If you must sell your birthright like Esau did do it with an African dish like ofe okulu with diced pomo, beef, dry fish, ezigbo ose(better pepper) ya na okporoko(stock fish) not porridge.See smoke for the soup. Seriously Esau fall hand there. When ordinary pant is bringing benz. Somebody sold his full birthright for Quaker Oats? With goat or sheep milk oooh. Not like it is Ladha milk or Peak. If I say tueeh now.Something smelt funny in the house. I sniffed the air. I couldn’t place it. I looked around curiously. “Aunty what is smelling?” My aunt shrugged.Anyway I cut the ‘pounded yam’ and threw like three lumps mixed with soup into my mouth. I chewed and tried to swallow. That’s when I noticed the taste. Hoemaigod! What was this? My body went krrraaaavrrrooo.

The taste slapped me. I shivered. My mouth was full. I was chewing but couldn’t swallow. I stopped. I looked at the food inside the plate. I was perceiving some weird shitty odour. I raised my hand and smelt it.‘Ehiiiiiieeeee’ had this people packaged shit for me to eat laikdis ‘ni tori olohun’. The only smell worse than this smell in history of my young age and adventures around the kitchen was the ogiri smell. That one? I will never understand how something that smells that bad makes soup taste so good.The acidic taste of this akpu was something else. I was flabbergasted. By now my mouth was full of ‘unswalloable’ akpu. I felt something crawling up my stomach. The ajebutter worms in my tummy were pushing the akpu back.” No way Junior we dinnor sign up for this shit,” the worms screamed.“Dear worms I dinnor signup for this shit either but it’s in my mouth.” I conveyed to the worms telepathically. I was in dilemma. I forcefully swallowed the akpu with water. The worms barricaded my throat.”Bros lai lai we no gree oh. This thing no pass here. Highest, hunger go kill us all. Make dem make eba or you drink the soup like that. We die here.” The worms chanted in unison.

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How My Village People Ruined My Relationship – A Hilarious Tale

The art of Love Letter writing is dead and gone. Killed by science and technology. A tragedy, I must say. It was one of the best forms of expressing ones self and I took advantage of it.I spent a lot of time writing love letters for my secondary school classmates to their girlfriends. I was so good at it. I could paint pictures with words. And of course I avoided those ambiguous words. Never for once did I use the sugar in my tea or cockroach in my cupboard routine. The cockroach thing is nonsense biko. That annoying and irritating creature has no business in anything that has to do with love.Anyway there was this very beautiful girl who lived across the street. Anita. I had tried unsuccessfully to convey my feelings to her.

Her mom sold food so Anita had to help out and was never chanced. She was the last of 5 girls but older than the only boy Francis. Anita always gave me this smile every time I passed their stall. I looked for any excuse to walk past the stall. Sometimes I’d walk past there 15 times just for her smile.

She’liked to call me Ju Love or Shebi love. I was the only kid in the area who was “shebiing” courtesy my move from Lag to Kano. Took me years to switch to ‘ko’. That ‘Love’ she calls me used to scatter my punk. One time like that her mother wasn’t in the stall and I passed by as usual. Anita called out, “Ju Lov”. There was a quantum shift in equilibrium. Smiling like a fool l walked into tree. ‘Wawu’ the pain was intense but smile remained.So I wrote her a letter. I racked my brain. My imagination was in hyper. I was going to bedazzle and bamboozle her. I poured my heart out. ! One day by chance she came to fetch water in my compound.and I gave her the letter for her personal consumption. Unfortunately village people had other plans.

I was at home when I heard noise outside. “Where that Junior. E dey write my pikin letter. Make him mama hold am o.” No escape route for me for at that moment cos I’d just finished washing plates and was arranging it. My mother looked at me and asked what the noise was about. I feinged ignorance. At that moment Anita’s mum came marching in, holding Anita by the ear and dragging her along. Boy was I so dead.“Madam what’s the problem”, my mum asked. Anita’s mum heaving and panting passed the letter to mum and told her I’d written a love letter to her daughter. Everywhere went quiet.”Read what you wrote”, my mum said. I held the paper.

Sign Language Builds Contextual Vocabulary – This is certainly one of the most important one. Some signs in ‘sign language’ defines themselves. You have very little or no time thinking of meanings.

Secret Level and Distant Communication –

Sign language is being use by every average person 10-25 times daily. Two signers don’t need come close to talk, signing from far distance is far enough.

Sign language Saves Interruption –

This is the most iconic benefits of sign language. This particular benefits got lot of examples.

Example :- You are in a radio station sound room with several people participating in a live talk show. With ASL you can communicate with people during a live recording without talking and interrupting the show.

This is just some of the many benefits of learning Sign Language.

Where Can You Use Sign Language

Sign language can be used any where at any time. But some of the primary places includes :

Weddings

Debate

Religious Event

During class

In Studio

Secret Meeting

Far distance communication

Television Broadcast

Seminar

And many more locations.

Where to Learn Sign Language

Some many persons claims to know sign language, but this certainly is not true.

Unlike normal English Language, Some signs in Sign Language is being updated with according to Geo-location and traditions.

The Nigerian Sign Language (NSL) has being modified from the American Sign Language (ASL).

You can learn Sign language from YouTube as a primary alternative.

But officially, Team Xycinews offerstraining on American Sign language and the Nigerian SignLanguage.

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